Post by Darkstar on Dec 9, 2006 12:26:02 GMT -5
Brujo carried carcass on lengthy pistons, swiftly on the trail. Flth was making his rounds, nares taking in the sweet ambrosia scent of the femmes in heat. It was intoxicating, bringing out the beast in him. It took a good bit of self control to keep himself from getting excited. His bod was kept tense, spring-loaded. He was a predator, ready for prey to make itself known...
